Making deliv-eries,
drugs of every kind.
Got some that will sedate you,
and some that will blow your mind.

Making deliv-eries,
just trying to ply my trade.
Since i started selling drugs,
can't believe the friends I've made.

Everyone is eager,
bound to big you up.
All in a selfish,
downward spiral,
trying to get ****** up.

The glamour and the tragedy,
of people in the gutter.
But now I'm selling drugs,
it is my bread and butter.

Got to turn it over,
and try to make a buck.
Couple of quid short,
here and there ..
but I don't give a ****

Making my deliv-eries,
police not far behind.
Put my **** on the line,
in a bid to blow your mind.

Flashing lights,
neon blue,
right upon my tail.
They're about to pull me over,
I'm about to go to jail.

( (c) P Skez 04/01/2014)